Well, me and Kage are hungry We're hungry for some fruit We wander through the garden
It would be a hoot To eat some low hangin' fruit We're on a freaky pursuit Don't want no high class model in designer fuckin' bathing suit We want the low hangin' fruit Me and Kage are horny We're lookin' for a snack Lookin' for a plump one With a tasty crack We want some low hangin' fruit She wear the beekeeper suit She got the shit kicking boot We need the low hangin' fruit She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes And the butt-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes And she love that song we sing for the ladies Come on! Oh my god! Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp... (JB scats) Low hangin' fruit She wears a pink parachute She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes We love the low hangin' fruit Because the high-class fruit is not gonna fuck me But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Writer(s): BLACK THOMAS J, GASS KYLE RICHARD